Royalty at Hogwarts- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 94

A/N- Mature themes ahead, panic attack. 

Madeline walked into the hospital wing, with Michael trailing close behind her. She looked around, seeing one of the older Weasley boys, she didn't know what his name was, laying on the hospital bed, there were slashes across his face and body. There were several people surrounding the bed. The Weasley's including Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Granger, Potter, an older girl with bright grey hair, her third-year professor, Remus Lupin, and several professors. 

"What do you want?" Potter asked,

"Where's Draco?" 

"So you're telling me you don't know that? You don't know that he's a death eater?" Potter stood up from his seat and walked up to her. Madeline couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"No, he's not! You're wrong." 

"I'm not wrong! He's a death eater! He was tasked to kill Dumbledore! Don't act like you don't know! You were his girlfriend!" Potter yelled, Michael took a step closer, glaring at Potter over Madeline's shoulder.

"You could have warned us! You could have told us that Malfoy was a death eater! That their plan was to kill Dumbledore! We could have stopped all of this!" 

"I didn't know!" Madeline shouted, she felt like a child today, a child whose parents were hiding everything from her, and she had to throw a tantrum so she could be heard.

"Lair! Malfoy might not have killed Dumbledore, he might have been blackmailed into this, but you could have stopped him!" Potter lunged towards her, his hands trying to grab her throat, but Michael jumped in front of her. He punched Potter in the face, hard. Potter fell on his back, Michael put his foot on Potter's chest, and pushed hard. Lupin and Mr. Weasley rushed over to Potter, Michael pointed his wand at them, but he didn't take his eyes off Potter.

"Come near the Princess or my little brother ever again Potter and I'll kill you with my bare hands. " Michael kneeled a little lower, digging his foot harder into Potter's chest that, his voice so low the only person who could hear him was Madeline. He took his foot off of Potter's chest, turning to Madeline.

"We need to go back to the castle. Now." They walked out of the hospital wing without another word. 

---

The weight of what happened finally set in on Madeline, as she stood in the middle of her room at the palace later that night. Draco was a death eater, he tried to kill Dumbledore, and now he was gone, and she wasn't sure when she'd see him again.

She wrapped her arms around herself, tears rushing to her eyes, so many lies, so many secrets, so many signs that she should have known. Tears started rushing down her cheeks, she gasped, feeling like the air wasn't filling her lungs. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, she couldn't talk, she fell to her knee's, a sharp pain in her chest, feeling like she was going to die. 

"Madeline, can we talk?" She heard Elijah say through the door, but she couldn't form words. She heard Elijah trying to open the door, but she had locked it. She felt so stupid, she couldn't talk, breath, or move, and she wanted his help, but she had to lock the door. She heard a clicking noise, and finally Elijah walked into the room.

"Madeline!" He shouted when he saw her on the ground. He fell to his knees next to her, grabbing her by the shoulders.

"Madeline, it's okay, it's okay." Elijah said, Madeline opened her mouth and gasped. He wrapped his arms around her, she hid her head in the crook of his neck, her whole body shaking, he rubbed her back trying to soothe her.

"Breath, just try to breath." Elijah said, 

"Take one deep breath in and release it slowly." Madeline did what Elijah said, she shut her eyes, focusing on her breathing, and the encouraging words Elijah was whispering to her. It took ten minutes, but Madeline finally calmed down. She sat up, whipping the tears off her face.

"Are you okay now?" Elijah asked,

"I am, I don't know what happened. I just felt like I couldn't breathe, and I was in so much pain, I couldn't think or move." Madeline explained, 

"You had a panic attack,"

"What?"

"A panic attack, it's when you feel a sudden intense anxiety."

"How do you know that?"

"Michelle has them, I've learned how to help her." Elijah shrugged, he grabbed Madeline's hand, and helped her to her feet. 

"You need to sleep Madeline. We can talk about everything tomorrow. It's been a long day." Elijah said, he led her to her bed, grabbing the covers, and helped her on the bed. He tucked her in, telling her everything was going to be alright, and that she was safe. 

"Thank you," she said, 

"You're welcome," He smiled before he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him, but Madeline wasn't going to get any sleep that night, and they both knew it.